Busy and bustle, there will be an end!

Two days after the surging underwater waves, Songhai City was noon.

The weather is not very good. Although it is not considered a dark cloud, it looks so sad when you look up. There is no sunlight at all, and it is very gloomy. If you continue like this, you will not be able to escape a night rain.

However, this did not affect the atmosphere below. With Songhai City South City Square as the center, countless people were constantly crowded from all directions, making noise, and soon the atmosphere here was stirred up until it was hot.

It is like a grand festival, a festival, or a welcome to the arrival of a big man... In short, at about the time after lunch, more and more citizens are constantly gathering here like fish smelling spices, filling every corner of the square.

Anger, excitement, suspicion, and a distorted expression due to a faint excitement... each face, with different expressions. Of course, more of the expressions of watching the excitement, and the slight excitement does not matter.

Looking from the outside of the square, the increasingly warm sea of ​​people is a sculpture of a tall old man who is dark all over, holding a code in one hand and holding a hammer in the other. If you guess correctly, this should be a celebrity in Songhai City who was a judge during his lifetime, so he was sculpted by citizens to commemorate... Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that under this judge's sculpture, a simple platform built by hand, with a black and brown log standing on it, surrounded by dry firewood and dead branches. Around the platform, the guards who had arrived in the brigade and brigade were maintaining order, angrily driving the crowd backwards to free up a piece of space.

However, even so, countless beneficiaries still had their heads from the shoulders of the cavalry, gaping between them, or looking inside under the gun, then turned their heads and loudly spreading what they saw, as if they were live broadcast...

"It's all wood, all made of wood... I'll burn it a little later, and the depraved woman will definitely burn it clean with this platform..."

"Are you sure it's a fire? This uneasy child cried and insisted on coming with me to see... It's a fire, and there's nothing to see when the smoke starts to burn. There's no blood..."

"What a pity. I heard that woman is pretty. She has a nickname called the Knight Flower, but she is going to be burned to death..."

"What's the pity about this? Evil heresy should be burned..."

"Yes, yes...but why haven't you come yet? Could it be cancelled..."

"Impossible, wait a little longer... It's soon, it's soon..."

...

"What a spectacular and cruel scene! Knowing that someone will be burned to death here later, so many people will come to watch it. Oh. And the one who brings family members? What's the psychology..."

Even in the south city, marked by slums, the densely populated square is a rare and prosperous commercial area, with many high-rise shops and lofts erected around. Now, in the east of the square, next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the third-floor clothing shop, Philip poked his head out to overlook the grand occasion of the square. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"The mentality of not being afraid of trouble when watching the fun." Allen stood quietly and watched, looking at the young daughter of the wealthy businessman in the neighbor's house, the young woman who was holding Philip's arm and was also shocked, with a slightly slight smile on her lips, "However, it seems that you were also brought by your family."

"Uh. This is different. I was forced. She insisted on being curious and I couldn't help it...Oh, my dear, I was wrong. I specially invited you to come. Don't pinch, don't pinch..."

Half of the figure who stuck out the window shivered and immediately took it back. Philip comforted the rich businessman's young daughter in a very embarrassing manner and persuaded her to get away. Then he had the time to turn his head and look at Wen Silin who was squinting his eyes and glanced at the crowd below, "I said, what do you plan to do if Tang En didn't show up today?"

"Then let's watch the show and keep waiting." There seemed to be no abnormal movement. Winsling retracted her gaze and glanced at Allen, "Of course, President Allen may be invited to invite you."

Allen looked unmoved. He was not angry, nor was he surprised. After all, since he had become a prisoner, he had to be a prisoner's consciousness...

However, Philip narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "I seem to have said that Allen is my friend."

"Haha, I will definitely take care of your Philip's friend. So, how about asking the elders of the Joshia family to come forward?" said Winsling casually, "Choose one! I've come all over, you can't let me go empty-handed, right?"

"I don't mind." Philip turned his head and looked out the window, closed his usual hippie smile, and said lightly, "Winsling, don't try to violate my bottom line."

Wenslin looked at Philip in surprise when he heard this, as if he had known him for the first time, and then nodded: "Understand. If everything goes well, I don't want to do that... Well, I've always been a little curious. You should be very clear about the relationship between Bran and the Gray-Clothed Army. Even with the support of his master, you wouldn't have gone through such a blatant stance? Haha, don't say it's because of that Joshia, as far as I know, that's the woman of your friend Don Eun."

Waving his hand, "What are yours, as long as you are a beautiful woman, they are my potential love for Philip. People... Cough cough, I will just talk about it..." Looking at the sudden look of Alan, Philip coughed a little embarrassedly, his eyes were a little erratic, but he just happened to meet the suspicious gaze of the rich businessman's young daughter not far away, so he had to look at Wensling tightly, "I know very well the relationship between Bran and the Grey Army... Maybe you don't know that the Grey Army had worked with us before, and they got along well at that time. Moreover, you are right, I am indeed a friend of Tang En. So, since this matter is in my hands, it is natural to help my friends, right?"

"We?" Winsling sensitively captured the differences between partners in Philip's discourse. It was us, not Bran... and raised his eyebrows, "You mean the new nobles... are you still maintaining a cooperative relationship with the Gray Clothes?"

Wen Silin, who was originally from a hereditary noble family, was no longer concerned about family affairs even though he studied under Wu Ding. However, the two main factions in Wang Ting, the old nobles and the new noble forces, knew of course, and also knew that Philip had a good relationship with His Highness the Second Prince and was free from the new noble group.

"What a joke! Even if we are willing, the gray-clothed army of the leader Luosha will not agree..." Philip shook his head speechlessly, "It's just a good relationship. After all, who knows what happens in the future? It's always good to have multiple retreats."

"The way out? What way out?" This time it was Winsling's turn to be speechless, looking at Philip like a madman, "Do you new nobles think that the gray-clothed army can defeat Bran?"

"Haha, I didn't say that. But you can't deny it, this is also a possibility, right? Moreover, I found that you all underestimated the true strength of the Grey Army. This is not an opponent you think can easily defeat as long as you get serious. At the moment when the Northern Wilderness tribe is about to invade the border, the existence of the Grey Army should not be underestimated. If you are not careful, it is actually hard to say what kind of movement it will cause... Maybe you are right, the Grey Army cannot defeat Bran. But if at a critical time, the Grey Army and Bran form a stalemate. Then these accumulated good fates are a chance to negotiate... Of course, these are all assumptions, just think I'm talking about it. As long as you are clear, it's not entirely out of selfishness."

After a moment of silence, Winsling still shook his head incredibly: "I still think your new nobles are crazy. Someone will be optimistic about the gray army... I will definitely kill Tang En this time. Your plans are destined to be castles in the air..."

"I said this is something that happened in the future, and it's boring now. And... haha, although from a personal point of view, I'm very unfavorable to your plan, but if you can really kill Tang En, it's really a big help." Shrugged, Philip said calmly, "Do you think you secretly brought the masters from the capital this time, no one knows? I'm sure that the old man of my family must know, and he doesn't like you either. It's just that he's asking you to come and try it. It's a surprise, not a normal thing. Anyway, for the sake of the Sword God, you shouldn't die, and it's a lesson to be a reward. So..."

He paused and patted Winsling's shoulder with a ghostly look on his face, "Relax!"

As he finished speaking, with a loud bang, the square outside the window suddenly became lively, with the sound rolling, and the slightly gloomy and cold atmosphere seemed to have increased a little temperature in an instant.

"Oh? Are you here..." In the distance, the brigade of cavalry wearing silver-white armor was like a sharp sword that was unsheathed, splitting through the boiling sea of ​​people and slowly coming

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(PS: After hesitation, I wrote this chapter. The raccoon knew that it would look a bit boring and a little puzzled. But this is a necessary preparation and I really can't save you any pen and ink.)
Chapter completed!